My attention was spooled in by the antiquity of the power that setting on paper the spirit and soul… I felt the quill and the paper’s texture; The wax-odor of burning flame surrounding me~ Exquisite writing !

Thanks Deb! I see myself in this odd state sometimes, as if I’m just holding the pen, and the soul takes flight… the pen and paper suffer until something stirs in me that it is right. And then I’m done…